Forever falling further into the depths of your spellIn your safety I will forever dwellPerfumed waves caress the airSoft brown hairI wake from a long sleepSweet dreams of you I want to keepCraving to be near youPatiently awaiting your cueI yearn to feel skin on skinDrinking you in, making my mind spinDeep burning magnificent desireLike rising flames in a roaring fireStimulating me to my core, You are the one I adoreOur limbs intertwining becoming one Making me cum undone Worshiped and adored a sacred giftSlowly under your weight I shiftExploring with my hands and lips There is passion all the way to my fingertips

Trapped in a timeless existence We are separated by such distance I crave a time of honest joyMy love for you, you slowly destroyWhen you dress, it is no longer for meMy desires come out in a breathless plea

I beg you to seek assistanceBut I am faced with such resistanceYou tantalize me with hope of changeBut our kisses are broken-promises exchanged Wanting so much more, I find myself blueI no longer know how to see this through

We merely partake in co-existenceThis marriage is bound to burst under this persistenceMy life with you I want to shareI fall to my knees in prayerShouldering the responsibility for your happiness, I can’t let go For I fear a broken heart is all I am to know

“You don't have to be a "person of influence" to be influential. In fact, the most influential people in my life are probably not even aware of the things they've taught me.”

Scott Adams

As of late I have been influenced deeply by several people in my life that are all going through a tough time. Each one is strong and facing a completely different situation. Nonetheless their pain and growth has opened my eyes to a world I sometimes forget.

It is so easy to focus on short term goals and issues that directly effect us, we are often blind to the things happening all around us. The war, famine, economic crisis and on a smaller scale a friends marriage, childhood pain, and violation to a sister’s soul.

Their strength has influenced me in a way that I am having a tough time finding words for, yet these things have slowly robbed them of joy and happiness.

Take a moment and think hard about a person in your life that has given you strength perhaps at their weakest moment. Also let us think on how we may pass that strength on to someone else.

This is not my piece of work, and it is only a small clip but I met two people on the same day years ago that have impacted me deeply and they had a conversation with me about hands. This may only make sense over all to them but I think there is truth in her lines. That conversation stuck with me so much that when I stumbled upon this I knew I had to add it. So here it is.

Hands learn more then minds do. Hands learn to hold other hands. How to grip pencils and mold poetry. How to tickle piano keys, dribble basketballs and grip the handles of a bicycle. How to hold old people and touch babies. I love hands like I love people. They are the maps and compasses with which we navigate our way through life. Some people read palms to tell you your future, but I read hands to read your past. Each scar makes a story worth telling. Each callus palm or cracked knuckle a missed punch or years working in a factory.........

I don’t want to feel like thisI don’t want to miss your kissI don’t want you to hold me tightCuz my heart is breaking tonightYou said love me nowI said you don’t know howThe world spins and I stay stillI don’t think I can take a big enough pillIt won’t make the hurt go awayTell me was she a good lay?Was her hair blonde, brown or redI must be sick in the headWhen you said trust me it’s foreverI said; “Always it’s a leap and endeavor.”Hold my hand we will jump togetherI always thought it was forever.

A temptress am IAlluring you with my eyesConvincing you with honeyed wordsDeeper in my spell you do fallBlood boiling, the room becomes smallFascination dawns as a seduction bloomsOur smell hangs in the air, it loomsYour fingers clumsily undo my blouseI long for you to be my spouseFlames lick at my bodyI give you full custodyCreamy breasts fill your handsAs my trust demandsBrushing soft mahogany hair away from my faceYou quicken your paceUrgency can be felt in your touchDelicious rapture over takes me

The twisted trees, scented twilightOn the calm inky waterEmbroidered with black mossHidden by the windowWhere the stars are sleepingCloaked in ignoranceUnfathomable spaceI care for nothingI no longer felt like myselfFaithless bent and brokenTangled body movementsI lay contorted on the floorRagged breath dissolving emotion

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